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A rusty key sat by a box.
Mia took it.
A tiny cat blinked as gold coins fell out.
Mia grinned and drew it all on canvas

You could leave: pass into obscurity by my old garden gate, a rusty key in your palm. I'd stare, as you become darkness, a myriad stars to capture you. I would miss you. In my studio, in my garden, I'd paint you over and over, once you'd left. I'd paint a memory of you. I'd try to capture your beautiful soul in canvas.